“Sad Girls” – A Novel by Lang Leav

Okay, I’ve got very little time for myself but I managed to get hold of the novel “Sad Girls” by Lang Leav. I just want to know how a prose/poetry writer would take on novel writing (these are two very different things). Just out of curiousity, I picked it up and next thing I know, I’m already halfway through finishing the book. I can’t really say it’s a read that will give you the I-won’t-put-this-book-down-till-I’m-done feels. It’s just that the way it’s written was easy to read through, without having to go back several times just to make sure you understood what the message was (okay that was long haha).

Here’s the thing, though. If you are someone who suffers panic attacks, anxiety, and other psychological conditions which may be triggered, read this book with caution. There are triggers. Though it is an easy read, you must understand that this book touched on sensitive issues like suicide, guilt, etc. A bit on the heavy stuff.

One thing good about the piece was that it has shown pretty much how real life goes for teenagers

(but heck, they have jobs already–I wasn’t working until I was 24). The shit that Audrey one has to go through out of guilt, issues with parents, and all other stuff that some of us, as human beings have been in once in our lives (except maybe for being a full-on biatch on her mom), they were all real. She was portrayed as if she was good-for-nothing. I didn’t really root for her, to be honest. I guess, on the “brighter” side of things, she and what she did serves as an example to people making up stuff to look “cool” (that’s how I read her character) and later regret it for the rest of their existence.

Is she a bad person? I don’t think so. Maybe the situation she’s in made her do things that she chose to do. She tends to change her mind so quickly though. I don’t know. For now, all I can say is that it’s fallen flat of my expectations. The ending was quite predictable. Or maybe I’ve read more than enough mind-fuck books that Sad Girls didn’t surprise me anymore. Anyway, I wouldn’t really go much into detail (I know some may have not read it yet) about this book, but just a thought: I’m never going to be a fan of novels with romanticized mental illness. I’m not saying I’m disgusted, but there are people who are suffering because of those and I’ll never really understand what it’s like to be in their shoes, even if I read/hear it from a narrative.